66 Square Feet: Evening over the Terrace

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Evening over the Terrace

4 comments:

Maggie's garden said...: The last rose of summer...((sigh))! Nice photos.; September 16, 2009 10:03 PM
Marijke said...: Beautiful pics - so lyrical. Thanks Marie; September 17, 2009 4:20 PM
Marie said...: I'm hoping for a couple more roses, Maggie, but maybe I'd better enjoy this one, in case!

Hi Marijks! Thank you...how is spring? Are you going to Patats'? I can't forget those beautiful Karoo violets.; September 18, 2009 12:28 PM
Bonbon Oiseau said...: these are so beautiful. i am slowing down vicariously through you.; September 21, 2009 8:39 AM

Manifesto

What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes